Lyric

Slow footsteps

Between the shelves

Dust is dancing in the air

Like scattered memories

(Ah-ah-ah)

I touch each cover

With gentle hands

Time has stopped

Right here and now

Every vinyl tells our story

(Our story)

Every record keeps a piece

Of what was

Of who I am

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

João Gilberto

In the front row

I remember that afternoon

Coffee and bossa nova

In your room

(Mmm-mmm)

Worn-out covers

Marks of time

Every scratch

Holds its moment

Every vinyl tells our story

(Our story)

Every record keeps a piece

Of what was

Of who I am

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Today I come back here

Alone, but at peace

Among old songs

I find my place

Every vinyl tells our story

(Our story)

Every record keeps a piece

Of what was

Of who I am

(Ah-ah-ah)

The records spin

Like the years

And everything makes sense

Again

(Mmm-mmm-mmm)